Making allies

[Jarren Velos]

Jarren sat in his quarters by his own, slowly rocking his chair back and forth as his eyes gazed the view of the bustling military base of the first order. He seemed absent, lost within his thoughts as usual, smearing a little smile of expectation.

- Teefive, open that bottle of corellian liquor and serve me a glass. - Said the captain to his old service droid. It was an old, rusty, malfunctioning piece of garbage; why he hadn't gotten rid of it he did not know, but at least the Order let him bring it with him and it was sometimes useful. The droid soon came towards his master with a cup on his shaky hand, putting it over the table. - Use a coaster, for God's sake, Teefive - Said the master with subtle indignation as the droid corrected his mistake, appologizing profusely.

He took a sip at the liquor. Strong and aromatic, finely imported corellian, not bad at all. The grey afternoon was rolling in as the skies darkened with the approach of dense, black tainted clouds, dimming the white shine of day that lit the room across the windowpane. That young men he had spoken to was supposed to arrive at any minute, though; he was one of those strange magicians that the Order employed. Jarren did not understand their religion, nor why did the Order care so much for them, but they were at the very least an interesting sort and, more importantly, considering their influence, might make for some useful allies.

He took another drink of his glass and continued writing the report he had promised to the commodore.

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[member="Clovis Torcularis"]

 

[Clovis Torcularis]

Punctuality had never been my strong suit, which wasn't my fault considering how busy the Master of Ren kept us. The Master had so many assignments and missions lined it that as soon as you completed one, you were sent off to another. Usually from the planet you just completed your previous task. Fortunately for me, and the other members of my Order, the workload had decreased slightly given us a chance to conduct other business, such as me meeting the newest Captain of the First Order's military.

I heard stories about the man, but I don't put much stock in such babbling. I prefer, as it was my strong suit, to make my own calculated observations of this man and practically everything else in the galaxy. I learned at a very young age that when you start to allow others to formulate your opinions, you can usually find disappointment when you actually see the truth for yourself. And since I was a free thinker, I found it offensive when others tried to tell me what's what.

I entered the headquarters that was established in the center of the military base, feeling a sense of anxiety and mental taxing on nearly everyone working here. The First Order's High Command had been planning invasions and other military demonstrations of power over the past few weeks, with the consensus that we would be heading to Lanteeb to free the oppressed humans from their alien overlords. Which in hindsight, that was probably the main reason that I hadn't been given another task to complete. They needed me, and the others, rested up.

"I have an appointment with Captain Velos," I said stopping at the receptionist's desk. The small, frail looking woman looked up at me brushing away a rebellious strand of red hair from her right eye. She looked down at her computer terminal bringing up the daily scheduled appointments. "Ah yes, Disciple Torcularis. You're late as usual." It's bad when you know you have tardy issues, but it's worse when your tardy issues are well documented. When the woman failed to garnish a response from me, which she had done so before in the past, she added, "Third floor, second office on the left."

I rapped my knuckles on the Captain's door briefly before entering in without a response. "So your the new kid on the block," my droid-like voice said as I sized him up through my downed goggles. I took great strides to cover up my scarification the best I could, not because I was ashamed of them, quite the opposite really, but I had been angered to the point of lashing out violently when I caught people starring at them; which was then followed up with a round of questions as how I got them.


[member="Jarren Velos"]

 

[Jarren Velos]

The comm rang with two short beeps as the recepctionist's voice emanated from it. - Captain Velos, your appointment is here. - Said the young woman through the device. - Good, thank you, Dalys - Responded the official as he acommodated himself on his seat, finished his drink and gave the glass to the droid. He straightened his pitch black jacket, spotless and perfectly ironed as he took a quick look at himself in the mirror, smiling confidently to himself. Not that he cared much about what a lightsaber wielding magician would have to say about protocol or keeping an assiduous image, but rather he did for himself; always a man of details, constantly striving for perfection was his trademark.

He heard the knocking on the door and adjusting the gloves on his hands could only get to stand in front of the door as the acolyte stormed in. Jarren took a step back, slightly surprised, as to elude bumping straight into his visitor as he came forward.

- So you're the new kid on the block - said the young man, and Jarren smiled faintly, observing the his visitor closely. His strange, almost synthetic voice tone reminded him of some military droids whose vocabulators where intentionally altered by the soldiers to sound darker and more menacing, and his attire to some kind of silent, twisted monk hiding behind a breahing mask. - I guess you could say that. - He closed the door behind the acolyte and quickly adressed - You must be Clovis Torcularis - He offered is hand, firmly saluting the young man with a certain condescending politeness as he smiled charmingly with eyes thad didn't accompany the feeling, watching with a slightly menacing attention, suave but governing - Captain Jarren Velos - He said as he started walking towards his seat behind the small desk by the large windowpane. - I've heard quite some things about your kind... I must admit I'm quite curious now, puzzled even, as for what the intents of your order are, and what exactly your relation with the First Order is... Indeed, I believe we can discuss quite a bit, if you have the time and willing, of course. -



[member="Clovis Torcularis"]